Today the doorbell rang at my parent's house,

I was downstairs in the basement and their dog was growling and barking. I ran up and told Scooter to go lay down. There was a blast of Arctic wind when I opened the door, and an old woman holding a vase full of roses in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other.

"I have a delivery for Cori and Hannah Robinson," she said to me, handing me the bouquets. I took them, thanked her and then closed the door.

"Hannah," I called to my daughter who ran up to me with glee when she saw that I was holding something pretty. "Someone sent you some flowers." She smiled wide. Then we opened up the card.

It read: "I didn't forget, Love Daddy."

A few weeks ago Craig was out with the kids and he bought me a rose. Hannah asked him if he would buy her a flower. He told her that sometime he would surprise her and send her flowers.

He didn't forget.

I opened up my card, and smiled. Then I took a picture with my fabulous flowers and texted it to Craig with a very enthusiastic thank you. "You made my day," I told him. And he did.

He texted me back a few minutes later and said, "Will you meet me in St. George this weekend? I can't go another day without you."

Pack my bags, I'm going to St. George.